Put on your wetsuits ladies, we’re going to a wedding!
Way, way, WAAAAAY back when – there were these things called girdles. Everyone who was anyone wore one. And you know why? Because, back in the day, there were lots of form-fitting clothes. And women wore them. Because why? Because of a girdle. Today’s girdles are Shapewear. Spanx. Basically they’re wetsuits. Add a snorkel and a mask and you’re good to go swimming with dolphins. They take about 5 minutes to get into, but blessedly, they can come off with a violent downward tearing motion in about 10 seconds. After which, your body, which has been held in, squeezed and tightened into a flatter version of you, can relax. Most women will then collapse onto the nearest bed, chair or piece of floor in front of them, emitting self-satisfied emancipated groans of pleasure, quoting Martin Luther King Jr.
I just wore a wet suit to a friend’s wedding. I struggled into one that hides the back fat and goes all the way down to mid thigh, smoothing everything pretty much everywhere. What’s the opposite of a snake working out of its skin? Whatever that is, that’s me putting shapewear on. Undulating, doing my own version of Afro-Jazz, Belly Dance and Krump to fit me into something that is not the size of me.
When you’re in one of these one-piece suckers, there’s this crotch flap… oh dear God… yes there is a CROTCH FLAP. So that when you have to go to the bathroom, you don’t have to strip off all your gear – you just reach down and… you know… part the flap and you pee. I don’t think you can ever take a crap while wearing one-piece shapewear. I don’t know how you could contort yourself on the toilet to reach behind and make sure the flap was open enough for… Although, who is really going to feel comfortable enough to take a crap at their friend’s wedding? I think it’s almost impossible to crap while wearing evening attire.
I digress. Back to the peeing. Even with this handy-dandy crotch flap, when I get ready to pee while wearing the wet suit, I have a wee panic. (No pun intended.) On account of the fact that even though I reach down and I part the flap, I can still FEEL the wetsuit on my hips, my thighs – so it FEELS like I’m still wearing underwear, which means that it feels like I’m going to pee my pants. That’s when, generally, I pull those flaps as wide apart as I can, turn my head to the side and just let loose. But all the way through that pee? I’m still nervous. Then, when you’re done peeing, you can’t just let the flap close, ’cause then you’ll have pee all over your flap, so you have to somehow, with ONE HAND, keep the flap open while you reach for the toilet paper to dry yourself. Of course the smart girls probably gather the toilet paper before the peeing begins, but even so, you still can’t really have it in your hand, ready and waiting, because then you’d pee on it. After all of the flap opening, spreading and wiping, then flushing, you finally get yourself together and you smooth your skirt down and you overly wash your hands and leave the bathroom.
Then when you return to the wedding reception, your spouse usually asks, “What took you so long?”